News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-12-22

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although [ am too polite to show it il
any way, 1 should never be happ,
again if L thought she did not strongly
suspect how feel
Flageolet was recommended to me a.
O nice, quiet boarding house which
would only hold a score of people, anC
where one met only nice people; anC
the first woman l spoke to turned out t.
be the wife of green grocer! Thai
would be nuts for Cyrus Tompkins if he
only knew it, but he never will, thanh
heaven They say woman never can
keep a secret. but I've time and time
again proved to Cyrus that that was
nonsense by telling him things he had
never for an instant suspected, I'd kept
them so quiet.
Mrs. Mutt isn't bad-lookin woman.
She has little cast to her eyes and her
complexion is a little sallow, l must
own; but she has really elegant dia-
monds, and her dresses fit like a duck S
foot in the mud. thought at least that
her husband must be doctor or q law
yer. 1 quite took to her, and We sat on
the piazza whole hour the very first
day was here and she never said q
single worda to put me on my guard.
She never even alluded to her husband s
business; and l might have bought cab
bages of her husband any day, if l would
buy anything that smells the house up
so when they are cooking. 1 cannot
conceive how anybody can be so deceit
full. If Mrs. Maker hadn't told me that
very evening, goodness only knows
when | might have found out the dis
graceful truth. For my part, do not
see why the wife of green-grocer wants
to go to the seashore in summer for any
way. She must know she'll be mistaken
for her betters; and very likely that's
what she goes for.
[ was cool enough next day, of course,
but [ couldn't be downright rude to her,
staying right there in the same house;
and besides she had offered to teach me
a new crochet stitch, and [ did want to
learn that before gave her up entirely,
But 1t did go against my grain to be
civil to her after the way she had de-
ceired me. For my part must say I
| like honesty.
She came to me after breakfast and
acted as If she had always known me,
but was on my guard. That sort of
people always presume on any liberties
you allow them. let drop in my con-
yersatlOn that my husband was the pro-
! prietor of one of the best livery estab-
llshments in Boston, and could see that
she felt the difference in our social po-
sitlon at once; and she has kept her
| place pretty well since, though she does
twinkle her diamond earrings in way
that is perfectly maddening. 1 will not
live another winter without diamonds,
and am woman of my word. l said
to Mrs. Maker, when Mrs. Mutt couldn't
help OveIhearlng me, that [ didn't bring
any of my best iewelry with me because
L didn't think the seashore was the place
for display. [ fatter myself she felt
that. But it is positively indecent for
me to go on wearing trumpery old
canoes and amethysts when every wo-
man of our set doesn't even go down |
town in n hOrse-c without real dia-
th thin IN e 'i nSo te, ems at h6d "bf bf
next summer I'll lTave them and wear |
them, or my name isn't Abigail Tomp- |
kins.
Mrs. Maker isn't much better than |
Mrs. Mutt, though she gives herself |
great airs because she has purple cash. |
mere tea gown trimmed with white lace |
and iridescent bead passementerie. I
really believe that woman prays for
fOggy weather SO that she can sit round |
all day in that purple tea-gown; and the |
way she wastes her time pulling out the |
lace and smoothing it down is really sin
full. I've made three complete tides for
the church fair next winter just while
she's been dawdling in that tea-gown
doing absolutely nothing. If | was
taken up with my clothes, I'd ut least
try not to make it so evident to every
body. If she had better figure, she'd
wear something else anyway, and rs for
her pretending that dress came from
London, [ don't believe q word of it.
Thank Heaven, [ haven't got to the
place yet where l have to deceive people
about my clothes.
".
AS for the young ladies of the house,
as they call themselves, if there is one
of them who will ever see thirty again,
then I don't know The twin Clark |
girls go about with their arms around |
each others waist and pretend to be |
dreadfully affectionate, but I've heard
them quarreling in their room, and the /
week that Mrs. Maloon's son was here
they were ready to devour each other |
IIOlh SHCCL Ic'sIONtoJ, OllC udoUI lIlilAeS.
AS if he didn't know lady when he
saw one.
'They are rum old gals, =" he said to
me one day down on the beach, 'but if .
one of 'em did catch a feller, my !
wouldn't the other make the fur fly !"s
Mr.. MalOon was a gentleman. every /
inch of him, and of course they couldn't
impose on him. They were as jealous
as death of me, just because he enjoyed
my society, and said I was trying to
firt with him, when the only pleasure
I've had this whole abominable summer
was the little time [ had a chance to
talk with him. 1t is such relief to
talk to a real live man after you've been
shut up for month with house full
of women, and of course he wanted to
chat with woman who had ideas.
Then Miss Simpson set her cap for
him, and she is the scrawniest old maid
ever set eyes on. told Mrs Maloon
l pitied her because her back was crook
ed and she had to have false teeth, and
all the reward got for being benevo-
lent was that she told me I'd better take
who wasn't half a century
the next time | wanted to have
n Irritation. The nasty huzzy But
then, one never does get any reward for
being kind to such creatures.
V.
Jim MalOOn is one of the handsomest
fellows / ever set my eyes on [ Just
wish Cyrus could have seen the atten-
ton he paid me, and then perhaps he
might have got some idea what | sacri-
feed when [ married him. 1t was
really pitiful to sec the futter the Clarks
and Miss Simpson were in just at the
news that he was coming, and when
they saw what lovely man he was their
silly heads were really turned till they
didn't know which end they were on.
Mrs. Maloon is n widow, and she says
her husband died of yellow fever at New
Orleans; but if he did, I'd wager pile
that he went there to get out of the
reach of her tongue. OF all the she
dragon termagnnts that ev drew the
breath of life, she is the worst; and I'd
like to see her old crooked nose put out
of Joint by n daughter-in-law as bad as
herself. Indeed, I'd like to have jim turn
Mormon and marry twenty wives with
the tempers Of as many hyenas, and
bring them all home to live with his
mother. If / was her daughter n-law
she'd soon get over supposing she was
going to run this universe.
She Is gaunt, angular old spit-firp,
and she wears black silk deess that has
been dyed and turned, SO it is of no use